The gods are far, beyond the reach of prayer,
In quiet spaces where the winds are still;
They do not weigh our heavy loads of care,
Nor bend the world to suit a sudden will.
So let us gather in the shaded grove,
Where simple bread and honest friends abide;
The greatest wealth is not the gold we’ve wove,
But peace of mind with nothing left to hide.
Avoid the frantic chase for hollow fame,
The thirst for power is a burning thirst;
Give up the glory and the empty name,
And put the quiet joy of living first.
The fear of death is but a phantom’s breath—
Where we are, life is; where it's not, is death.
How do these resonate compared to the first two?
The Existentialist focus on radical freedom and creating meaning
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